dancing

I never thought I’d get to drag my billions of interests along with me to med school. Sure, I figured I’d still be able to make enough time to go to the gym to lift weights and to cook food for myself and possibly, just once in a while, I’d perhaps be able to tinker around on the piano (or as someone else put it, “tickle the ivories”). But to also be able to sing in a chorale (where we regularly practice in Carnegie Hall? :O!!! )? To learn Brazilian Jiu Jitsu? Play piano for my church?

Form a miniature Hawai’i club and teach hula/Tahitian every week? Never in a billion years would I have thought that that could be a possibility. (Partly due to the lack of time thing and also because I don’t think I’m good enough to be able to teach it all that well.) It’s made me realize how much I miss dancing though. By absolutely no means do I claim to be an expert (as my friend very flatteringly termed it), but I did manage to pick something up from my years in Na Keiki ‘O Hawai’i. :] I like having so much to look forward to every week–it definitely makes all the book-studying easier to take in.